George Barker (poet)

George Granville Barker (26 February 1913 – 27 October 1991) was an English poet and author. Quotes To be so closely caught up in the teeth of things that they kill you, no matter how infinitesimally kill you, is, truly, to be a poet: and to be a poet in fact it is additionally necessary that you should possess the tongues and instruments with which to record this series of infinitesimal deaths. "Therefore All Poems Are Elegies" in New Poems : 1940 : An Anthology of British and American Verse (1941) edited by Oscar Williams, p. 15 The True Confession of George Barker I, born in Essex thirty-fourEssentially sexual years ago,Stepped down, looked around, and sawI had been cast a little lowIn the social registerFor the friends whom I now know.Is a constable a mister?Bob's your uncle, even so. Turn on your side and bear the day to me Turn on your side and bear the day to meBeloved, sceptre-struck, immuredIn the glass wall of sleep. SlowlyUncloud the borealis of your eyeAnd show your iceberg secrets, your midnight prizesTo the green-eyed world and to me. Summer Song My one, my one, my only love,Hide, hide your face in a leaf,And let the hot tear falling burnThe stupid heart that will not learnThe everywhere of grief. External links Essay by Robert Fraser, Open University Short informal biography with links to some of Barker's poems Barker's Grave More links to Barker's poems A large collection of Barker's papers is located at the Harry Ransom Humanities Research Center at The University of Texas at Austin Category:Poets from England Category:Novelists from England Category:1913 births Category:1991 deaths Category:Essayists from England Category:People from London